A Special Princess

A Special Princess craved for a bag of poop that they would occasionally drop. It should be an odd thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Princess, who feels that it was in fact, sublime. Remarkably, a bag of poop would be the thing that was selected.

A Special Princess always carried a sack of potatoes to break. This could be considered a peculiar undertaking, to me and my children, but not to the Princess, who felt it would be wonderous. A sack of potatoes was the item that was selected.

A Special Princess had a computer that they sometimes sit and look at. This is certainly a funny idea, to me, but not to the Princess, who expected it was miraculous. A computer would be the thing that was selected.

A Special Princess desperately wanted a custard pie that they would often sit and look at. One might consider this to be an exciting action, to my grandpa, but not to the Princess, who thought that the idea was exciting. Who would have thought, a custard pie would be the thing that was chosen.

A Special Princess always had with them a stapler that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. It was a fairly weird thing to do, to me and my husband, but not to the Princess, who had decided that this idea was epic. A stapler would be the item that was chosen.

A Special Princess owned a sack of potatoes that they liked to smash. One might consider this to be a fairly surprising approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Princess, who feels that this idea was miraculous. A sack of potatoes was the chosen item.